There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief … And unspeakable love …
Washington Irving

After the death of a beloved, there is no avoiding the overwhelming grief or the tears. In the immediate aftermath, we may be in shock, feel numb or even be in denial about the loss. Although everyone’s timetable is different, eventually we have to acknowledge the loss and how devastated we are. No matter how painful, we must sit with our grief and all that we’ve lost in order to start healing.

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At Salt Water, we can help you learn to live with an unbearable loss. We offer ideas, strategies, tools and most importantly, hope that you can survive the death of someone you didn’t think you could live without.

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Be Still

How would I live if I were exactly what’s needed to heal the world? Dr. Rachel Naomi Remen

Margo holding Jimmy age 1 month. Margo is looking at Jimmy on her left shoulder; Jimmy is looking at the camer

Lost In Translation

There is something maddeningly attractive about the untranslatable–about a word that goes silent in transit. Anne Carson

VACANCY written in neon blue on a black background

Searching For The Light Switch

Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable. Mary Oliver

The word Son is written in steam on a glass shower door

Confessions of a Grieving Mom

Most mornings I write his name in the steam on my glass shower door. As I write, a droplet of water often runs from one of the letters down the door, like a tear.

Anne on the left with brown hair wearing a dark jacket; David on the right wearing a gray jacket over a red shirt with a white baseball cap and sunglasses on the brim

On the Edge of 47

Numbers. Ages. They’re hard facts, and should seem concrete as boulders, but they just don’t make sense a lot of times.

Cherry tree leaves with a hint of red. New growth just budding in spring

Spring Without Her

Today I sit in uneasy peace, willing to move from my lookout by the window, glad the clear wall is there to shield me.

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